The Tattoo
I woke up in a heavy sweat. It was just a dream. I was in combat in another country and I did
not recognize anyone that surrounded me.
They all had guns pointed at me and they were yelling that I was a spy
and I should die. How did I get this in
my head? I have never been in combat nor
have I ever been to this country.
It all started because I decided to
get a tattoo of a sailor on my shoulder, for my brother. He is serving in Afghanistan and I wanted to
have him closer to me. Could it be that
the tattoo was a channel to his soul?
Was I feeling what he was feeling?
Is he okay? It felt so real. I can still feel the sweat dripping from my
forehead as I recall the dream.
I have never thought much about telepathy,
but here I am feeling afraid and seeing a country that I have never seen
before. It must be the thoughts of my
brother. Is there someone that I could alert that my
brother is in trouble?
I pick up the telephone and call the
number that he had left in case I needed him.
A man answers “He’s on a mission and can’t be reached”. I explained the dream that I had to this
man. He laughed. “That is an everyday
experience over here. You should not
worry”. I explained that I was feeling
pain and it was getting worse.
It was two days before I received the
call. My brother had been caught in an
ambush and was severely wounded. He
would be coming home to a hospital here soon.
The tattoo has brought me closer to
my brother than I had expected. His
thoughts were my thoughts. His pain was
my pain. There is no doubt in my mind
that there are forces beyond our understanding.
-BJ
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